love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
I'm walking down the long street towards you
I'm walking down the long street towards you. I stop halfway when I realize That the other half wouldn't want me either She took me to an area with an unknown city. I'm standing, and I think I'm going, in myself. Or I slowly reach the suburbs In which everything is unknown to me If I had already reached your place: the ship It can be seen from one corner where I stood And the sun that goes out or rises. Word reached me that there were many Those who know me have already seen me: They laugh as if in a new eclogue How strange I get lost for the whole month Or that I got addicted to drugs. Another day passes that they say If he was ordinary: he saw me Where in the narrow street (by the pier) I bump into passers-by all the time. I stand, and they want to pass. I'll start tomorrow (but not slowly) To the tree, the water, the bench in the middle of the plants; Of all the places we've been in a row. Let everyone say I'm wandering aimlessly. I'm going towards you, if only like that.
By Nikola Ilic3 years ago in Poets
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HOW PEOPLE FALL IN LOVE Love is often depicted as heartwarming, heart-wrenching, and at times, heartbreaking. However, what role does the brain play in this complex emotion? It turns out, the brain is the orchestrator of the entire journey from the initial spark to the final tear, involving an intricate interplay of neurochemicals and brain systems.
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